When she met the little guy's clear eyes, Zhong Li couldn't say any words of refusal for a while. The depths of her throat felt like a ball of cotton was stuffed, and it was suddenly blocked.

Cheng'er tilted her head, "Sister, can't you?"

Zhong Li rolled her Adam's apple and said with difficulty: "Grandmother and Zhang's mother are too old, and they can't keep riding in the carriage. They are too tired to support their bodies."

Cheng'er frowned and thought about it carefully. When they came over, it seemed that they had indeed traveled for a long time. After a long time, Cheng'er was tired from riding in the carriage several times.

He pouted in disappointment, "Okay."

His little head drooped unconsciously, and it wasn't until this moment that Zhong Li realized that his decision to leave the capital might not be so good for him. I miss my grandmother and mother Zhang, she can't replace them at all.

Zhong Li suddenly felt a little confused. Thinking of the days when she was hiding in Tibet, she inexplicably felt a little bit of conflict.

But if she is captured, what will be waiting for her? After all, she calculated him, will he really spare her?

Zhong Li didn't dare to gamble, and couldn't bet on her own future, she thought about it, and said to Cheng'er, "Wait next year or the year after, when the limelight is not so important, my sister will take you back to visit them, okay? "

Cheng'er only understood the last sentence. He knew what a visit was. When he thought of seeing them again, Cheng'er's facial features became vivid again, and his eyes were full of little stars, "I want to visit Jin'er too!"

Zhong Li bent her lips, "Well, my sister agreed."

Now she only hopes that Pei Xing will be able to draft as soon as possible. There are many women in the palace, and he probably doesn't have the heart to think about her anymore. At that time, she may not really be able to return to Beijing.

After all, many things have changed in this life, and the eldest prince also died in the palace. Even if she returns to Beijing, she no longer has to be afraid of the eldest prince.

The maids quickly packed up their salutes, and Zhong Li asked Qingsong to stay for the time being, "You can sell the house, the shop can be left, and in the future, let the shopkeeper send the ledger to the capital, and after you sell the house, Go to Kuaiji to find us."

Qingsong was stunned for a moment, and then he understood why she asked him to stay in Ji's house in the first place, and he respectfully responded.

Time passed slowly, the weather gradually warmed up, and before knew it, it was the season of blooming flowers, and the flowers in the courtyard were more beautiful than each other.

Pei Xing went out of the palace again today. He went to visit the old lady first. In the past two months, the old lady was very sleepy.

When Pei Xing came over, the old lady was still in a drowsiness, and the maid was massaging her calf for fear that her muscles would atrophy if she lay down for a long time.

She didn't move for a long time, ate very little, and was so thin that only a handful of bones were left. When they saw the emperor coming, the maids shook their hands and quickly pulled down the old lady's trouser legs. They hurriedly knelt down. They were about to shout long live the emperor. At the age of 10,000, saw Pei Xing raised his index finger and snorted.

The maid was always afraid of him, but now that he has become the emperor again, his fear of him has reached the extreme, and he hastily shut his mouth.

Only Aunt Zhang dared to talk to him, she whispered: "Everything is fine with the old lady. When she woke up two days ago, she still asked about you. The emperor doesn't need to worry."

Pei Xing nodded slightly, he stretched out his slender hand and pulled the quilt for the old lady before exiting the inner room.

After watching the old lady, Pei Xing came to Zhaixing Pavilion, and many servant girls saw him along the way.

He is tall and has a cold and distant temperament. Rao has never been dressed in a dragon robe, and the pressure of the superiors on him is still breathless. Everywhere he went, the maid and old woman knelt down.

Since the marriage with Zhong Li was completed, when he came to Zhaixing Pavilion again, he didn't hide it from anyone, and now all the servants and servants in the house have discovered his thoughts on Zhong Li.

A lot of people were talking about him and Zhong Li in private, and some even said that Miss Zhong just found out the third master's mind and left. This rumor even reached the ears of Zhenbei Hou.

After learning that Pei Xing went to Zhaixing Pavilion again, Zhenbeihou hurried back from the military camp. When he came to Zhaixing Pavilion, he was stopped by the guards.

Although Zhenbei Hou is Pei Xing's first cousin, in fact, in Pei Xing's place, he never received the respect his brother deserved. : "Excuse the guard to help me pass it on, I have something to discuss with the emperor."

After all, he is a prince, and he is related to Pei Xing. The guards didn't want to save his face, so they walked in the direction of the dormitory.

The window was not closed, and the guard saw the indoor scene at a glance. Pei Xing leaned on the couch, closed his eyes, and apparently fell asleep.

Pei Xing didn't sleep deeply. He had good ears, so he naturally heard the conversation between Zhenbei Hou and the guards. He didn't bother to see him, so he didn't open his eyes.

The guard did not dare to go in. After coming out, he lowered his voice and said, "The emperor has been unable to sleep recently. It is rare to take a break. Lord Hou should wait a moment."

How did Zhenbeihou expect that he came here to sleep, so he had to stand outside and wait for two hours.

The sun gradually slanted westward, and the warm orange-yellow sun poured down softly, dyeing the entire Xingxing Pavilion with warmth.

Pei Xing walked out slowly, he was wearing a dark purple brocade robe, the breeze was blowing his robe, and the man's tall and strong figure was fully displayed.

Then he lifted his eyes and swept towards Zhenbeihou, "What's the matter?"

His facial features are sharp and angular, his chin is a little tight, there is no emotion in his eyes, just two words, but there is a trace of impatience.

The Marquis of Zhenbei hurriedly bowed. He wanted to ask him what he meant to Zhong Li and whether Zhong Li would marry him. When he met his impatient look, he realized that he had no position to ask them at all. matter.

His lips pursed into a line unconsciously, and he simply said round the corners: "There has been a proposal in the court that I implore the emperor and Zhong Li to retire, and want you to marry another noble girl who is worthy of the mother of the country, perhaps it will not be used. In a few days, the ministers will play together, I wonder how the emperor will respond?"